Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

Each time it appears, there are either a few more wounded soldiers on its back or a few fewer.

It traverses space, moving the wounded from one place to another.

"Why do even piggies grow so big?"

March 7th's eyes widened in surprise.

"Does this planet have some kind of obsession with 'big'? Machines are big, trash cans are big, even pouches are big!"

Danheng silently took out his phone and took a few photos.

Such a large pack that can be commanded is truly rare and deserves to be added to the Train Think Tank's database.

Seeing this, March 7th quickly picked up his camera and started snapping pictures of the large piggy bank while muttering something under his breath.

“We can do a special project when we get back, called ‘A Pictorial Guide to the Giant Creatures of Yalilo-VI’.”

Xing looked down at the King's One Bucket at her feet, then looked up at the giant pounce.

Her meaning was very clear.

Look at other people.

Wang Zhi lifted the lid of the bucket but didn't say anything.

But it hugged its arms even tighter, and tilted the lid back even higher.

"I am the king of trash cans, not the king of poop. No matter how big a poop is, it's still a poop; no matter how small I am, I am still a king."

Xing looked at its arrogant appearance and her lips twitched. She reached out and poked the body of Wang Zhi's bucket.

"We haven't seen a single trash can along the way. When are you going to grow bigger?"

Wang Zhi lifted the lid of the bucket again.

"I'm looking for a trash can because I need energy."

"What kind of energy?"

“The power of will. The wishes of all beings.”

Its sound grew softer and softer.

"Therefore, I need to find my people and have them provide me with their willpower, then we can merge and grow larger..."

Chapter 92 Heh? You've grown up?

On the snowy plains, the sounds of gunfire and the shouts of the flanks mingled together and never stopped.

Potio twirled his revolver between his fingers, and a bullet flew from the chamber, hitting a dummy soldier who was trying to sneak up from behind.

His black body exploded, turning into a cloud of black mist. He didn't even glance at it, but waved to a figure not far away.

"Hey, brother! Long time no see! My darling never thought we'd run into each other again."

That figure was also engaged in a fierce battle with the illusory soldiers.

Hearing the sound, he looked in the direction of the sound, smiled, and simultaneously slashed the necks of two vacancies with the knife in his hand.

"Hey, Potio. And Ranpo? Long time no see!"

Luanpo and Jepard's Silver Mane Iron Guards built a simple defensive line.

She heard the sound, but without raising her head, she simply waved in that direction and continued drawing lines on the ground with her darts.

As the sea patrolman greeted Potio, his hands moved incessantly. With a flash of his blade, one pawn fell, then another, clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary move.

"Potio, I think I just saw the boss's figure on the snowfield. He's the one who dealt with that star core."

Potio moved closer, back to back, to face the still-surging pawns together.

The two men leaned back to back, their guns and knives pointing in opposite directions, their coordination as if they had been fighting together for decades.

"The boss is here too? He's my darling, should we go see him?"

The patrolling knight shrugged and flicked away a pawn that tried to approach with the tip of his blade.

"We don't have many people right now, so it's not surprising that the boss is here. As for going to see him?"

He paused for a moment,

"Let's forget about it."

Botio shrugged and kicked a pawn away.

"That's true. The boss has been keeping it from us for so long, even though we all know it."

The two of them fell silent for a moment.

The flanks rushed forward, only to be forced back by both spears and swords.

"Potio, it seems we're not the only ones who came this time."

The patrolman lowered his voice slightly.

"It seems that people from the Immortal Boat and the company have also arrived. Some of the brothers even said they encountered the Starry Sky Train."

Potio's gun paused for a moment.

"A celestial vessel? A star train? And it's being eyed by those cute girls at the company?"

He gritted his teeth.

"Damn it, how come this planet is so chaotic?"

"do not know."

The patrolling knight slashed down a phantom soldier with a single blow.

"What should we say when the company people arrive? Should we beat the crap out of them?"

Potio thought for a moment, nodded, but then shook his head.

"I'd love to give his darling a good beating. But since the boss is here, if we go after those company cuties, he'll definitely step in to help us. What if our identities get exposed then?"

Upon hearing this, the sea patrolman turned around and glanced at Potio in surprise.

"Oh my, you've grown up?"

"You son of a bitch, let's have a fight after this is all over?"

"Alright! These pawns are no fun to fight."

The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

Laughter echoed across the snow-covered plain, dispersing some of the smoke from the gunpowder.

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Lower area

Oleg thought there might be something wrong with his brain.

He led a few mechs to clear the monsters left in the passageways between the upper and lower levels, calculating in his mind how long it would take to reunite with Swaro.

Schwarz had already led most of the mechs and children ahead of him. Although he was injured, there seemed to be an energy surrounding him, healing his wounds.

Yes, even the damage to machinery is being repaired.

Then, the red-haired knight appeared.

"Sir, do you acknowledge that the pure and beautiful goddess Idrila possesses unparalleled beauty?"

Silver Branch stood at the entrance to the mine tunnel, spear at her side, her posture as elegant as if she were attending a banquet.

His red hair fluttered in the smoke, and his silver armor was dusty, but his expression remained solemn and pious.

Oleg stared at the suddenly appearing red-haired knight, remaining silent for a long time as several thoughts raced through his mind.

Who is this person? Where did they come from? Why are you asking this kind of question at a time like this?

“This brother,”

He finally spoke.

"Who is this pure and beautiful goddess Idrila you're talking about?"

As Yinzhi replied, her hands continued to move.

He twirled the spear in his hand, and the tip pierced the chest of a phantom soldier, causing the black body to explode.

It circled around again, the butt of the spear sweeping across the head of another pawn, leaving another cloud of black smoke.

His movements were graceful and composed, as if he were dancing.

“Idrila is the star goddess who governs the destiny of pure beauty, the embodiment of the ultimate concept of ‘beauty.’ She is not a ‘goddess of beauty,’ she is beauty itself. She ascended to the Agate world of Melustan…”

Oleg felt a headache coming on when he heard this.

He hadn't felt any pain after fighting these monsters for so long, but listening to this person speak, he felt like his head was about to split open.

"Okay, okay, brother, I admit it, I admit it."

He quickly interrupted Silver Branch,

"Can you tell me who you are? How did you get here?"

Silver Branch nodded, and his spear knocked away another pawn. His expression became even more solemn, as if he were performing a sacred act.

"Of course. I belong to the Knights of Pure Beauty, and I have sworn to travel the world to proclaim His holy name, defend the existence of all beauty, and punish all ugliness that defiles beauty. Even though He is no longer here, the path of pure beauty will still be walked by us with guns and blood."

His voice grew louder and more resolute.

"I will defend all the beauty in the galaxy to the very last moment. With this vow, I dedicate myself to Idrila."

"........."

Oleg remained silent for a long time.

He looked at the silver branch, its paper filled with piety, and at the long spear still being brandished, and at the pile of slain corpses behind him.

"So you're here to help...?"

"Exactly."

Silver Branch performed a standard knight's salute.

"Beauty exists in all life. The people on this planet maintain hope and dignity even in dire straits, and that is beauty. I must fight for it."

Oleg took a deep breath and fought alongside Silver Branch.

The two walked one after the other in the mine tunnel, followed by several mechanical soldiers, working together to clear out the illusory soldiers.

"By the way, bro."

"Please speak."

"What did you mean by 'He is no longer here'?"

Silver Branch remained silent for a moment.

His movements didn't stop, but his expression changed. It wasn't sadness or disappointment, but something indescribable.

"Idrila... has disappeared."

His voice was very soft.

“But we will not give up. As long as there are people who pursue beauty, defend beauty, and create beauty, Idrila is still here. She is just... waiting.”

Oleg's hands kept moving.

“You people,”

"Where did they all come from?"

“All over the world.”

Yinzhi's tone returned to calm.

"We follow the footsteps of beauty, and wherever we go, that is our home."

Oleg was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and asked:

"By the way, that Idrila you mentioned... is she really that beautiful?"

Silver Branch's eyes lit up.